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John Pfeifer- Vocals, guitars, synths, drum loops, music & lyrics; Matt Scott- synths, percussion
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An amalgam of anything that passes thru one ear and out the other -- see our Interview page for details.
In our music, you'll hopefully find everything -- rock, orchestral, trip-hop, spacey/ambient, whatever -- most times all in one tune!! Mwah-ha-ha.... We follow no labels, guidelines, trends -- we write what we feel at any given moment; industrial one moment, folk the next. You might hear smatterings of Floyd/Waters/Gilmour, a touch of Mike Nesmith, some Metheny, maybe even some Vangelis or 80's pop, classic rock, sheer noise, Air, Terje Rypdal, and if you really stretch in order to make us seem more relevant to the times, maybe some of The Shins, Sigur Ros, etc. Basically anything that makes a noise can inspire us.
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Other Alternative
Charts
Peak #6
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
John Pfeifer
Rights
John Pfeifer
Uploaded
September 15, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.5 MB • 128 kbps • 5:57
Story behind the song
This song was wanting to be written for years, but the right music never came and the words eluded me forever. The idea wasn't really even that, it was more a collection of vague, constantly changing, imaginary scenes that couldn't be pinned down into any lyrical rhythm or any choice of words or grammar; having nowhere to start with the music didn't help. Finally it was a random guitar melody that brought it out, the verse guitar pretty much just an amorphous implied harmony. That probably helped me in my attempt to be more mercurial, letting that be a little more left to the imagination. Eh, I like it, anyway. I've been trying to stay away from tackling outright personal subjects since college; those songs that have drawn heavily from my experience I try to wrap up in a fair-to-middling amount of fiction. This song is nothing but fiction: I've never lived in a house with a porch facing out on any Sycamore, I've never met the aspiring artist who I haven't even a face for, certainly not one with a flowered blue cup. I used to not even get up anywhere near 7. I've never had ivy outside any windows. But the smell of leaves burning somewhere I can't see is magic, as is the romance I tried to convey. It must, to some degree, because my wife walked down the aisle to an instrumental chorus.
Lyrics
It can't be much past 7 but you've been up for hours trying to capture your life with a brush somehow from several different views... You float in from the porch now that faces out on Sycamore holding your flowered blue cup of tea and a smile for me... The world is barely turning here with you. Somewhere leaves are burning far from view... You wisp around me like a vapor your sundress slips up well above your knee the sun filters through the ivy outside and dances through your hair... You bring your lips a breath away and I can feel the warmth and quiver of your pulse I almost speak but-- you kiss the slightest kiss... The world is barely turning here with you. Somewhere leaves are burning far from view... (love scene) The world is barely turning here with you. Somewhere leaves are burning far from view... The world is barely turning here with you. Somewhere leaves are burning far from view...
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Ed Drury
Jul 03, 2009
Love the delicate guitar work through out. Excellent lyrics and an emotional performance.
jeni
Mar 11, 2009
Glad I stopped by for a spin, this is such an emotional track, I love the guitar. jeni x
Soul Therapy
Jan 08, 2009
great music.
Ganimead
Apr 08, 2008
Just love that haunting synth intro. Great vocals sung clear and sincerely! A pretty song overall. Nice production!